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Jesus Christ is not a crutch
He is my

BACKBONE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016
Dear friends, don't be surprised at the fiery trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you. Instead, be very glad- for these trials make you partners with Christ in His suffering, so that you will have the wonderful joy of seeing His glory when it is revealed to all the world.
1 Peter 4:12,13 NLT

I have never gotten disillusioned by my walk with Jesus. I knew it would be a bed roses - for it is a very sweet place. But roses have thorns. And I encounter those, too.

I've encountered many incredibly difficult things since I came to know Jesus. But my present suffering is nothing in comparison to the glory that will come in His presence. All I want is for Him to say, "Well done."

I will be reading in a couple of hours. I hope you all are well.
I'm praying for you!

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I sure miss you here,
(In the hope that
you miss me too)
And if you don't,
I don't know
where this narrow path
through dense woods
will take me at the end.
No way, I could go back
to the begining when
my hope is there in the
journey's end.

Presumptions, we think
would have no thorns to fear,
but cause  vein jumps
again and again that may prove
the grapes were sore after all.

Every wish prompting one
to hit the road, often with
no rhyme or reason, would
have underlying conditions,
though unseen from where one starts.
Why, are we afraid to speak openly
how the journey would end
even when we set out so excited?

On your wall beyond the reach
of  my eager eyes are sketches
still incomplete;
that may break or make me.
And what it does to you then
is an idea vague in my imagination.
",,  :  '
,  ° .. '' , °..
. ;   . ." ,, ° '',, .  - ,,
because dust motes appear
in the light
means they are also
in

darkness


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016
an observation about
light, consciousness
and the
subconscious

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being alone is
raw.

when
no one can see you,
is the time you can
see yourself.

feeling the pain is
real.

then
you know
that you are
human.
 Sep 2016 Way of Betania
Hannah
Earth
You have buried my heart,
beneath boulders,
I can never break.

Water
You are a tidal wave,
crashing down on me,
drowning me.

Air
You are the breath
that give my lungs life,
and keep my heart beating.

Fire*
You* are the flame,
that scorches,
and consumes my heart.
Under rain the green leaves weep
Rich with life
Still the sobbing will not keep
Her sadness softens brown earth
Feeding the soil soothing the dirt
Under weird blues and grays
Strange hues still fill these days
Soft drum beats upon my skin
Ba dump ba dump ba dump
Like my heart always beating
In a strange rhythm
Always falling from outside
But I feel it deep within
Dying for someone is easy,
everyday a soldier dies for a stranger.
Living for someone hurts,
for her I shall live.

For her I will let them poison me,
I will let them poke and ****,
and scan and search.
For her I shall live.

Dying would be so easy,
step away from the wards,
from the beeping machines,
from the sympathetic eyes,
and just be.

For her I do more than being,
for her I shall live.
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